Chapter 8： Infertility (1/2)

Qiao Liang's words hit my heart instantly.

”Then I will buy you a set too.”

Qiao Liang doesn't want me to pay back the money, so I can only think of making up for the past in other places, which is also considered a courtesy exchange.

This time, he didn't shy away, and he smiled.

I originally planned to buy clothes for Qiao Liang, but because I was in the fitting room, my legs still tremble a little. Not long after I walked, my legs softened and he almost fell on Qiao Liang.

I heard Qiao Liang joking in my ear: ”Your legs are weak, right? I will hold you back into the car.”

As soon as this remark came out, it evoked the memories that I had been in the fitting room with Qiao Liang just now, and the temperature on my face rose.

Qiao Liang even hugged me horizontally, until he put me in the passenger seat before letting go.

His thoughtfulness and his ambiguous behavior made me feel uneasy as a deer bumping into each other along the way.

…………

I said goodbye to Qiao Liang outside the elevator, and then took out the key and opened the door.

Cheng Yang was sitting in the living room talking and laughing with my mother and mother-in-law.

Seeing me coming back, my mother looked up at me and said, ”This dress looks pretty.”

Cheng Yang looked at the clothes on my body and his face suddenly became ugly.

He pressed his anger and asked me: ”Are you a new style of Shangpin?”

I said casually: ”Yes! What's wrong?”

I saw Cheng Yangteng stand up from the sofa and shouted at me with an ugly face: ”Ye Wanqing, our family hasn't paid off the mortgage until now. I work outside as tired as my grandson, but you don’t blink. Spend tens of thousands of dollars on clothes?”

When my mother-in-law heard Cheng Yang's words, her face was ugly to death, and she pointed at the clothes on my body with trembling fingers: ”You said...this clothes cost tens of thousands?”

Cheng Yang sarcastically said: ”It's more than that! The shoes on her feet cost 20,000 yuan.”

My mother also scolded me sadly: ”Are you crazy? You can buy a skirt and a pair of shoes for tens of thousands of dollars? How did I give birth to a prodigal daughter like you...”

A set of clothes obviously started a war.

I looked at Cheng Yang like a clown jumping beam, almost ignoring the anger at him.

Cheng Yang seemed to be challenged by me to authority, he picked up the bag on the sofa.